Call the elevator

Location: Girls' Dorm, Corridor

State: Infected

HP: 100/100

Lust: 100/100

Infection: 100/100

Equipment:

The crowd of zombies was moving forward and closing ranks at each step. They seemed to act as one, as if they had a sort of collective intelligence. The more they were getting close, the more I could see how threatening and scary they were. I could see every detail of their naked bodies: the sweat on their skin, the cum on their thighs and on the tips of their cocks. I could almost count their pubic hairs.

Overcome with panick, I hammered on the button to call the elevator. But it would not work. The elevator was already moving, in the wrong direction. I had to wait the end of its trip before it could come back to this floor. Time was out. I was screwed. I had waited too long and now I had lost any chance to escape their embrace. I pushed my back and my legs against the iron doors to delay my awful fate, even for a few seconds.

I closed my eyes and protected my face with my arms when ther countless greedy hands reached me and grabbed my clothes to tear them apart. I vainly struggled when they pulled me by the ankles and made me fall on the cold floor. I screached and screamed and cried when they snatched my underwear. I gagged when they muffled me with a swollen dick. I wept when my other holes got invaded. I gave up hope when every single part of my body got fondled with hands, fingers, tongues and genitals. I resigned myself to my lot when their mixed cums started to drip on me. I gave in to pleasure when I orgasmed. I asked for more when they filled me with sperm. I shook my hips and used my tongue when the first guys were replaced by others. I joined their orgy when they realized I had become one of them.

Now I wander in my new home, seeking pleasure, hunting pure humans to defile, hunted by my own uncontrollable, infinite lust.

THE END.